Hot Pastrami on Rye

What was a German store for many years is now a New York deli.
It is a few blocks from our house.
We walked down one block further to get some movies and on the way back stepped into the deli.

Carl said he had a hankering for pastrami, and it happened to be their special yesterday.
Boy, were they good. The deli will definitely get a return visit.
They had kinishes and some other items that also looked worth a try.

They also had a map of New York’s subway system. I spent some time looking at that, but really don’t know where my grandparents lived when we visited them in New York City in 1964 (or so). I think I remember being the last stop on one of the lines coming home from either the Worlds Fair or the Statue of Liberty.

Maybe I should suggest they put up a Seattle transit map next, to help those that are actually there in person.

One Response to “Hot Pastrami on Rye”

  1. Mom Says:

    Speaking of spelling, The word is knishes.

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